We're full of imperfection.
So I embrace the rawness of life
cut open on the table
Reading a newspaper and sipping coffee
out of a chipped green mug

I can look up out of my books and magazines
and chose to see shadows
or I can see the light
either way they both exist

We have the glamour
the airbrushed complexions and
perfect smiles. They seem happy.
And yet its those old black and white photos
that I can't keep my eyes off of.

She's standing barefoot outside
her hair messed up in a braid
and she looks like she's been having fun.
Her eyes have seen life
and they havn't lived anything near perfect.

It's those experiences that make her beautiful
And those eyes that tell me its going to be worth it.
In the end, your wishes do come true.
you'll be beautiful.
Just like you have been all the way.